Jar of Memories

Ivy woke up in a hospital bed, not knowing a single thing about herself. People claiming to be her friends, Marlie, Benjamin, and Dylan told her that she, and they, are special somehow. Different from other people. As she found out about who she really is, she only has one way to learn about her past. A glass jar filled with memories written on slips of paper the four of them wrote throughout their lives. There is more to this forgotten life then there seems, and more to Dylan than he will tell her. But why did she really lose her memories? And why do some of her thoughts not even seem to be her own?
ENTRY FOR THE MAZE-RUNNER COMPETITION

6. Chapter 6

Ivy! Where are you? Marlie called out with her mind, while simultaneously trying to focus on running as fast as she could to find her.

Must....help....OAMA.....no....can't.....isn't right.....wrong..... Marlie picked up on some of Ivy's thoughts, and ran towards them. She found Ivy on the ground in the middle of a hallway, on her knees with her head in her hands.

"Help me." She cried out, sobbing uncontrollably. She lashed out at Marlie with a kick that Marlie easily dodged, and then apologized, but did it again.

Ben and Dylan rounded the corner, and gaped at Ivy's disheveled state.

"I...can't take it. I want to help you guys....but.....OAMA is in my head. They're messing with me. I remembered. I," She shrieked but then became suddenly calm, "I can't take....this. It hurts." Ivy sobbed more, and Ben and Dylan rushed towards her and Marlie.

"Ivy, it's okay. We'll get you to a scientist. He can help you." Ben pleaded, patting her back to calm her.

"Please, Ivy. We know you would never hurt us." Marlie gripped Ivy's hand.

"Dylan, please don't stop me. I have....to do this. I....love...." She stood up, jerking around wildly, "You. Goodbye." She turned around and ran, and Dylan tried to compel her to stay, but it was too late. She had smashed through a window and was falling.

Everything started to go in slow motion. They all ran to the window, saw her body hit the pavement below. A few people stopped and looked over, yelling to others. Marlie let out a mangled scream, and collapsed onto the shattered glass. Ben stood still, shocked. Dylan left the room and ran down all the flights of stairs and to the sidewalk, where he found her body. Her dark hair was matted with blood, and her clothes were stained red. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, staring straight up into the sky.

Dylan checked her for a heartbeat, pulse, breathing, any sign she was still alive, trying to see her through his tears. But he was fooling himself. Of course she was dead. And it was his fault. If he had been able to compel her she wouldn't have done this. He shook her, ignoring the stares. Eventually he picked her wet, small, form and carried her inside. People swarmed around him, checking if she was alive. He watched helplessly as they closed her eyes, and took her away. He didn't move, he just stood there, tears streaming down his face.

He was aware of Benjamin, guiding him upstairs. Marlie was in her room, shrieking and sobbing for hours on end. Benjamin didn't cry, at least not around the others, but he stayed in Marlie's room. They were each other's life force at this point.

Dylan didn't have a life force. His had smashed out of a window and died several hours ago. He didn't know if he could hold on. He didn't know if he would.